A/N – Sorry that it was so long between my first and second chapter, I have no excuse :P Except that I must have just lost the will to write… But enough of that, I'm back again with more action. This chapter is one of my shorter chapters, but it should be just as enjoyable as the others, this is where the action starts to come in… so I'll let you read it now.

Disclaimer – Hermione and Draco and anything else in the 6 Harry Potter books belong to J.K Rowling and not me.

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Unhappy Worries

Hermione woke the following morning to the sounds of chiming birds and a cockerel howling in the distant. She rolled over opening her eyes as she did so and was yet again not surprised to find the rest of the bed empty. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the clock beside the bed, which read 6:30, before she turned back over and closed her eyes attempting the almost impossible action of trying to get back to sleep.

She sighed to herself as she thought of what Draco might be doing at this moment in time. She wondered whether he was perhaps off fighting some dangerous death eater or whether he was merely pouring over some document or letter. He never did tell her what he was actually doing for the order, just that he was working for them. Draco had become so distant and hard shouldered with her since he had joined, it was like he had stopped caring. He had no business and no time for mere aspects such as his family, Hermione even wondered whether he still knew they existed. Hermione hated this, everything she had loved Draco for had been taken, his charm, his smile, his love, it had all been taken, and she blamed the order for this.

After a while of silent depression Hermione got out of bed, deciding that it was pointless trying to sleep, when she had things on her mind.

Hermione's day went by in the usual boring way. She had taken Ella to nursery before arriving at St Mungo's at precisely 8am doing her days work and then picking Ella up in time for the evening news.

Hermione sat in front of the t.v Ella perched upon her lap. She watched the screen on which the reporter was announcing yet another terrible death, but Hermione wasn't really watching, her mind was in other places.

Hermione had been thinking about Draco all day, and had decided that tonight would be the night to confront him. She was fed up of being ignored and rejected, fed of his lateness, fed up of everything to do with him and she wasn't putting up with it for a moment longer. She had come to the conclusion that tonight she would wait up for him, and when he came through the door that she would tell him what she was thinking, and how much she was missing him.

It was 6 hours after Hermione had put Ella to bed when she saw the dark outline of Draco coming up the garden path. She waited watching him fumble with his key outside the door until she heard the clink of the lock and Draco stepped in.

Draco hadn't changed a bit since Hogwarts. His platinum blonde hair fell over his eyes, just the way it always had, his eyes still shone silver and empty, his skin the exact shade of brilliant white that it always was. The only obvious change to Draco Malfoy was the huge bags under his eyes, forced by the many late nights and hard work he endured. Hermione watched as his face changed from the tired bored expression she had learned to associate with him to mild curiosity.

"Hermione?" he said questionably, squinting his eyes in the dim light cast by a nearby lamp, "Hermione? Is that you?"

"Yes" she said as Draco closed the door behind him and turned to look at her as she sat comfortably on their velvet sofa.

"What are you doing up this late?" he asked, "You should be in bed"

"Well if I should then so should you" she snapped sharply.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked, curiosity still plastered over his face.

Hermione scowled at him, "Why do you want to know, you don't really care, all you care about is the damn order", she said her temper rising.

"Hermione…" he whined, "Please lets not start this again, I've had a hard day and I'm tired –"

"Well that's your own damn fault, not mine. I've had it up the here with you, always coming home late, and gone before dawn. What are you doing that is so important that you don't even have time to spare with your 3 year old daughter?" Hermione shouted throwing her head back and looking daggers at him. She hadn't planned to shout at him and get angry, but somehow she just couldn't stop herself.

Draco looked apprehensive for a moment before saying quietly, "Hermione calm down..."

"No!" she screamed, "No I'm not! Not until you tell me what you are doing that is so important you can't even spend time with our daughter?"

"Hermione… I've told you before I can't tell you what I'm doing, its top secret, you know that" He said quietly restraining his voice to the calmest that he could.

"Oh and that makes it all better does it? Is that the best excuse you can think of Draco! You're pathetic!" She screamed outraged her fists clenched in anger.

"For god's sake!" Draco retaliated, "I do spend time with my daughter –"

"When?" Hermione interrupted sharply, "On Christmas? On her birthday? Don't make me laugh!"

Hermione watched her heart pumping fast from all the shouting as anger seemed to burst inside Dracos eyes, "SHUT UP" he screamed, "JUST SHUT UP!"

Hermione had thought that he wouldn't dare shout back when he was so deeply in the wrong, Hermione thought she was going to burst with the anger that had filled her. She stood up drawing herself to her full height before screaming back at him, "NO! I WON'T! I HAVENT FINISHED WITH YOU YET!"

"SHUT UP YOU FILTHY LITTLE MUDBLOOD!" he screamed, his hair falling over one of his grey eyes due to the fact that he was shaking so much in rage.

Hermione hadn't heard him call her that for years now, not since 3rd year, and it cut through her deeply.

Hermione walked up to him and bringing a hand to his cheek, she slapped him. His cheek burned red as blood rushed up to it. But before Hermione could do or say anything Draco grabbed her hands pushing her back and pinning her to the wall.

Dracos eyes narrowed at her, filling suddenly with the evilness that were permantly scared into his fathers, Hermione was scared by his sudden appearance and shivered.

"Draco what's gotten in-" she started in a whisper.

"Don't you ever raise a hand to me again!" he hissed at her, drawing a knife from his back pocket.

Hermione saw the glint of the knife in the corner of her eye and gasped, "Draco" she whispered, "Draco, what are you doing?"

Draco bought the knife up to Hermione's cheek and slashed leaving a thin trail of red blood oozing down Hermione's face. Draco felt Hermione squirm underneath him and saw the panic that had spread through her eyes, he could almost taste the radiation of fear shooting from her body, he could sense how frightened she was at his mercy.

Draco grinned maliciously.

A/N – I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm not really sure whether I like this fic or not, but I'm sure you guys must like it if your on second chapter. Well I'm not sure whether to keep going with this story or bin it, so I would be grateful for any reviews, even the bad, because if its rubbish then I'll bin it. Thanks anyway for reading it  Expect the next chapter in 1 – 7 days.